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will you stay here with me
While the others made themselves comfortable in camp, Noctis stared at the stars that hung across the moonlit sky.
“You have a responsibility as the future King of Lucis, Noctis. Always remember.” His father never failed to remind him of this inconvenient truth since he was a child. He was born with responsibilities that he could never even consider turning his back on.
“Hey Noct! Look at the photos I took today!” exclaimed Prompto, eager to push away the frown that had taken over the Prince’s face. Noctis looked over Prompto’s shoulder at the little memories he captured of the day, and ignored the tug in his heart.
“Maybe you should turn this into a profession man.”
Many years later, during bright starry nights or when he cannot sleep, he would replay their time together.
He turned his back on childhood dreams. He didn’t entertain dreams of a future he could not make into reality.
If there was one thing he and Luna had in common, it was their dedication to fulfil the duties they were born to.
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Over the years, Lunafreya got to know her husband.
When he could no longer bear the responsibilities of the day, he would sneak to the pond in the gardens, feed the koi fish, bask in the rays of sunlight for an hour, and head back to the throne room. Eventually, he began to grow a spattering of freckles around his nose.
Sometimes he flinches when he walks into the throne room, as if he sees ghosts that he would rather not see.
If he has a choice, he never takes the train. Too many bad memories, he says.
When he cannot sleep, he would head to Phoebus’ room, pick him up from his crib, gather him into his arms and sit on the chair across the large window that allowed moonlight to stream in. Sometimes she would hear him spin tales of his adventures with his friends while their child snuggled into his arms. Other times, he just looked at their blonde son and said nothing.
When she told him she missed Tenebrae, he had sylleblossoms planted all over her private garden.
When Prompto heard Phoebus was finally born, he took time off from his travels and visited Insomnia for a week. He brought with him a toy chocobo. If one pressed it, it would let out a little kwek. It was Phoebus’ favorite toy. Eventually, Phoebus’ first word was “kwek”. She never heard Noctis laugh that hard in years.
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They had a hard time conceiving Phoebus. She knew he tried his best. Often times, she encouraged him to close his eyes. When she was finally with child, they both sighed with relief.
When they were in the safety of their bedroom, he took her hand and nuzzled it with his cheek.
“I’m sorry Luna.”
“I’m sorry too Noct.”
They both sacrificed and lost so much. But they did so gladly, loving each other fiercely. They would face their days together, living for those who had died.
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She always had Nyx Ulric’s daggers strapped to her thigh, at all times. She didn’t know how to use them, but she liked to pretend he was still here, berating her for her dedication to her duties.
She draws on his strength and loyalty, particularly on difficult days when the council tested her patience.
On nights when the stars didn’t hide behind clouds, she would take the elevator to the rooftop and pretend Nyx was there, silently watching over her.
She wonders what memories her husband liked to replay on beautiful nights like this.
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When Prompto Argentum’s death anniversary arrived, Noctis would visit Wiz Chocobo post with Gladiolus and Ignis. Once, she had asked him why do they go there.
“We scattered his ashes there because it was his favourite place.”
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